Now
that the city is dreaming
Of Eva,
the pale moonlight
Take to your bibles, take to your beds
Now that nothing seems right National guards,
who they pay by the week
Are gonna clash in the kerf of the night
With los compañeros born in the war
From Warsaw to San Salvador
A voice from the past comes calling
Saying hold every strong heart dear
These are the days when it seems like there's nothing But newspapers,
order and fear
Praise for the ones who are buried and gone
And the strong hearts who just disappeared
Los compañeros
born
in the war
From Belfast to San Salvador
What do you gotta do to get through?
The death as a graveyard What does Nicaragua say to you?
Think of the midnight,
silver and black
Think if the sun can be fooled
Think of the four sisters shot in the back
For running land reform school
Think of the ones taken hard in the hills They
can be beaten but they can never be healed
Los compañeros
born in the war
Viva El Salvador
Los compañeros born in the war
Viva El Salvador
Los compañeros
born in the war
Viva El Salvador
Viva
El Salvador